I think this on a daily basis ~ Chicks are crazy.
And just when I’m about to give them the benefit of the doubt, they do something even crazier.
I’m thankful I took a midol this morning. And if those within my space today knew it, they’d be thankful too.
Otherwise, I’d be accused of ~ That chick is crazy!
I hope next week I’m nicer.
Sometimes standing your ground is torture.
I’m torturing myself.
Missing someone is an ache of the heart like no other.
I’m really missing someone.
And I’m making myself crazy over it.
I want this tattoo.
But maybe not so dangily across the foot.
Maybe just the cross dangling off the ankle.
And then I’ll have to forever wear pants so no one sees my new hot tattoo.
And dress in the dark so my husband doesn’t see it either.
Because then he’ll say ~ Are you crazy?!
Dangily is not word.
And I’ll probably never get a tattoo.
That $#it hurts.
And after all my random thoughts, you all are probably thinking ~ Damn that chick is just as crazy!
Have a wonderful day all … Maybe I need something stronger than midol.